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Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Letting go is So Hard To Do

It's a sad day here at chez Alison.

To day is the day.

I officially replaced my poor old Petries with a 'new' used pair of boots.

The poodles supervising the barn chores on this sad day for my boots

For those of you who don't know, I got my Petries when I was a sophomore in high school. That's, well... A long ass time ago. They have attended 82 recognized dressage shows with me. They have been with me for wonderful tests, runaways, disqualifications, and falls.They have been reheeled, resoled, patched and repaired.

My mother deemed them an "embarrassment in public" ﻿two championships ago. Now they have reached such a state that even kiwi polish cannot hide.

But, didn't you get an awesome pair of Dehners, like, years ago?

Yes. What of it?

So... ?

As it would turn out, let me share a life lesson with all of you fellow riders out there:

NEVER ORDER A PAIR OF CUSTOM BOOTS RIGHT AFTER A WORKING STUDENT POSITION WHEN YOU ARE THE THINNEST YOU HAVE EVER BEEN AND NEVER WILL BE AGAIN.

Just don't do it.

I have a beautiful pair of now five year old Dehners, unworn, because I am now a lard-ass. I'm never going to fit back into those boots. I need to just face it and send them in for alterations. Why haven't I already? No clue. Hope for future anorexia? No one knows.